Brought back memories (both good and bad!), getting back to the old algae-filled pond once again. Wasn't near as good as I had hoped, but was worth the trip over the hill, nonetheless. I flipped & flipped, for nothing. Did end up with 8-10 squeakers on my drop-shot, but all barely keepers. Got a little action, at any rate.

Couple other kickers showed up, after they went over the hill the *other way*, heading for Chesbro, only to find the winds howling at 30mph (one of 'em is in the club, I think, but - sorry, dude - I'm not familiar enough with him to know which of the newer members it was). His buddy had a t'motor on his k'boat, & they beat me to the far-back cove across from Momo's, or whatever that place was called (looks like they've got some new homes built up over there - alot nicer-looking than that old beat-up camp used to be!). Anyway, he said they got a couple flipping the brush on that other side.

In any case, it was a nice, leisurely day on the water. Too bad that sun's coming down so early, though! I wasn't ready to go home yet when I had to get off the water!


Oh, well...longer days are just around the corner!

- jeff

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